Truth is stranger than fiction
Especially in this day
What is seen and heard might just be
Just an elaborate play
Sensation gets attention
Excitement, blood, chaos
The mundane—the plain old truth, though
Barely gets a reaction
The nicest people might be nice
The most charming you could meet
Or that could be a distraction
To sweep you off your feet
A free gift here and there
Most understanding and considerate
Or perhaps more con than kindness
Once realised, it could be late
Seeing is believing, they say
But how do you trust your sight?
When rehearsed performances abound
What’s wrong can seem so right
Test and prove everything
Make no assumptions
And even after removing all doubt
Check again, you could be wrong
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